the 31st small stone

winter limbs- she learns her bones by pain

the 30th small stone

feeding birds- I let my thoughts to the wind to winnow them

the 29th small stone

room full of sun- the mess on my desk in its splendor

the 28th small stone

I ran
climbing stairs
two steps at once
toward the west window
but the sun had already set

I miss it so much!

the 27th small stone

Snow, then sun, then snow with sun; maybe the toothless old broom vendor is a magician

the 26th small stone

Dim shapes carrying clouds on their shoulders vanish in the snow. No more fire and the logs are wet. What if the Spring doesn't come?

the 25th small stone

empty pockets, gift boxes, singing seashells, forgotten drawers, hollowed-out apples, bird nests - I'll fill them with today's happiness

the 24th small stone

Almost unseen, a white dog in snow. Its haunting eyes ask every passer-by "Would you want me? Maybe you? Or you?"

the 23th small stone

my
humble
crumbs
but what a song!

the 22nd small stone

...only raindrops where buds should be

the 21st small stone

tiny snowflakes... I wish they were dandelion fluff

the 20th small stone

in my cupped hands, a candle's light and shadow

the 19th small stone

lavender sky -
the smells of the town follow me home

the 18th small stone

lazy morning - the old broom with tangled bristles

the 17th small stone

chilly attic-
a row of dusty sandals

the 16th small stone

they eat
in silence
my apple pie
with crumbs of thoughts

impossible

"Impossible is not a fact... it's an opinion. What's impossible only remains so until someone finds a way to do what others are sure can't be done."


- Anthony Robbins

"Do It Anyway"

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.

What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.

The good you do today will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.



-this version is credited to Mother Teresa



Some sources say that the words below were written on the wall in Mother Teresa's own room. In any case, their association with Mother Teresa and the Missionaries of Charity has made them popular worldwide, expressing as they do, the spirit in which they lived their lives.

They are based on a composition originally by Kent Keith (1968 - The Paradoxical Commandments).

(http://www.prayerfoundation.org/mother_teresa_do_it_anyway.htm)
(http://www.kentmkeith.com/mother_teresa.html)

the 15th small stone

...you
who talk too much
while
my muse is disappearing
with the last drop of coffee...

the 14th small stone

eating alone - the polenta with milk tastes of childhood

the 13th small stone

Between the mole and me, a story of love and hate... 

the 12th small stone

warm wind - of snow, only a few dirty rags

the 11th small stone

bright morning - the blue tit changes its song

misantrophy

"En réalité, le misanthrope est souvent un humaniste déçu"

_Gérard Morel_

the 10th small stone

new furry boots - a snowy phlox flower puts me to shame

the 9th small stone

sudden thaw - a watercolour forgotten in the rain

the 8th small stone

bloody black bird- the darkness  wounded by the lights of a past Christmas 

the 7th small stone

grey pigeons on grey concrete ledges under a grey sky

the 6th small stone

Collar up, wool gloves, hands stuffed in pockets, I'm freezing. At a palm's distance, a blue tit airs its wings and chirps to me: "Poor you"

the 5th small stone

sowing peonies-  a sound of falling petals behind me

the 4th small stone

"To every thing there is a season..."

White roses in a white vase - they are real and yet they aren't. 

the third small stone

still cat... counting rose hips, counting birds

the second small stone

If the rubbish bin could talk… what a storyteller!

the first small stone

Strings, strings, more strings of lights
... but no sparkle in their eyes